Yeah, word, I remember I met this one bitch
'Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfucker
I just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world
I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot, or whatever

The bitch got the candles lit or whatever, so
She tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whatever
So I'm like whassup whatchu wanna you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm read to wear it out or whatever

The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her
Ya know shit I was like whatchu mean shit?
I mean I might shit on you after I, hit it I won't call you no more
Shit on you like that

She talkin' about no she want me to c*** over her
And shit, on her stomach, I said bitch what the, what the fuck?
What the fuck I'm 'sposed to do after I after I shit on her
I'm 'sposed to hit that after that?

She's just wilding out so after I s***s on the bitch right
Ya know I shit, after I s***s on the bitch
The bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever

Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah
Come on, yeah, come on, come on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah

Uh, I go, on and on and on and
Then take her to the crib and let your bone in
Easy, call 'em on the phone and platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed, to impress spark these bitches interest

S** is all I expect if they watch tv in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo' left the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin' home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P. O., uh

Back of my mind I hope she swallow
Man she split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight

This must mean she ain't tryin' to wait
Conversate, s** on the first date I state
You know what you do to me
She starts, "Well but I don't usually"

Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aw

Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I screw
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty

I remember we, went to Tennessee
Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
Bitch named Symone, screamin', she feenin', for the semen
Me bein', the man that I am took it to her condo, pronto

Half Indian, I called her Tonto
Roll the chron' chron' in the dark pronto
Few puffs, eyes got low and off to the bedroom we go
S** is drama, head to trauma rip pajamas, I'ma stay 'til tomorrow

Satisfyin' all my needs twice
With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
The bitch is nice, word is bond
Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty

Ladies, my Mercedes hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat
Keep a gat, cause cats, try to test me
They just fans like Deniro, Wesley
Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on

Gaudy years teens look like they painted on
Ask thee, leave it up to me
Lay her on back ever so gently
She like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll up

Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up
Hold up, there's Degenero, dripped out, iceberg Capero
Intro goes without speaking call me Caese 'cause I keep 'em
We can go freakin' all weekend, so, roll in
Ain't it good that my Lex keeps foldin'? Uh

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty

You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
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Nasty Boy Lyrics

B.I.G. – Nasty Boy Lyrics